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In the time of the year when it's not too hot and there's plenty of wind, flying kites is a favourite pastime.  Kites are so flimsy - made of delicate sticks and paper.  But it's amazing to see how high they can go in the sky.  Fascinating.

Once, when the weather was kite-friendly, my son Nitin was going mad for a kite.  He drove my husband mad and Yash ended up going out with him to look for a kite.  The trouble was that in that season, kites were not easily available.  There's a village beside our housing estate and Yash eventually found a small shop in a back lane.  One kite was available.  One.

Yes, there's something magical about the pleasure a kite can give you.  Even if they are miles away up in the sky and look just like a tiny dot.  The magic is all the more precious when you had to hunt to procure the kite too.

One thing I'm sure about.  Next time kites are available, I'm going to stock up on a few.  There's nothing worse than a child going mad because their kite got torn and there's no replacement easily available.  It can so easily happen, they are so delicate!

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